Poke Her Night - Sex Stories

Poke Her Night

Poke her night

You wake to the sensation of a hand upon your breast, cupping the soft underside as I gently squeeze your nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As you begin to stir I pull your body against mine, you feel the warmth of my body radiating against your bare skin as my rod gently nestles between your cheeks. Moans of desire escape your lips as I trail soft and gentle kisses down your neck to your shoulder, each kiss punctuated by a soft thrust of my hips grinding myself against you. Reaching back your hand envelops my cock and you begin to slowly stroke up and down the shaft eliciting a groan of approval from me.

“I have a bit of a surprise for you tonight darling” I whisper into your ear as I continue to slowly thrust between your fingers.

“Oh?” you respond as you press back against me, turning your head for a kiss.

“Remember the bet we made for an evening of servitude a couple weeks ago?” I say as my hand slowly slides between your breasts, trailing down to between your legs. You twitch ever so slightly as I begin to trace little circles around your sensitive little button.

“Oh, I remember, you cheated” you say, a small hint of annoyance in your voice.

“Just because I knew the answer before I made the bet doesn't mean I cheated. You were equally convinced that you were correct were you not?” I punctuate my point by slipping a finger inside you and pulling your body tight against mine once more. You respond by squeezing your ...

... hand around the head of my cock almost painfully, challengingly. “I will take that as a yes” I respond followed by giving you another kiss on the lips and rising from the bed.

“Put this on for today” I say as I walk to the closet and pick out a dress and drape it over the chair beside your desk. It is a tiny little thing, spaghetti straps over the shoulders and the thinnest white material you have seen. As you climb out of bed you hold it against your body. The bottom of it barely covers your ass and you know if you bend over even the slightest bit you would be on display for anyone looking. Which you assume is why I picked it.

“I'm going to make you pay for this later, you know that right?” You reply as you begin walking over to your underwear drawer.

“Did I tell you you could put underwear on?” I respond, ignoring the threat of retribution. You freeze, your mind going over how you are going to prevent this skimpy little dress from rising up and exposing yourself to the world.

“Good girl, I have a few things I need to do today, I will text you a list of what I need at the store” I give you one last kiss and give your ass a little squeeze as I finish putting clothes on and walk out the door.

Your mind is going wild now, wondering what I could be planning, almost as afraid of what it might be as excited to find out. You hold the dress up against yourself once more. Why couldn't it be just a little bit longer you lament as you look at it in the ...